Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Cluster,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.